TM 170: Time
“Auron…”
Her voice was melodious and soothing, drifting gently on the wind. It called to him, beckoning him to come home, but he would not let it interrupt the task at hand. He ignored it and continued to stare intensely into the field of fresh, radiant blooms. A slight movement caught his eye and he started forward.
Auron prowled low to the ground, knees bent and footsteps tediously slow and as quiet as possible. He had been stalking his prey since the beginning of Spring and was growing weary of the chase. It was only a matter of time before one of them became exhausted.
“Auron…”
He frowned. The woman was persistent. What was it that she required of him? He would not return empty handed. He trudged forward, grasses brushing against his nose and ears. He made a practiced effort not to giggle.
Just ahead, the creature lay at rest. Its scales reflecting magnificently as its wings beat against the ground. He took a moment to find his shadow and taste the wind and circled his opponent discreetly to find less disruptive footing. It was important not to betray your position with something as foolish as an approaching shadow or scent from upwind.
“Auron…!”
Her voice was becoming more urgent. Perhaps he should have called out to her earlier. What if she came looking for him? Things would escalate quickly. He had to move fast.
Satisfied with his surroundings, he reached into his robe and removed a folded net that unfurled silently. He waited, watching for the perfect window of opportunity to spring, unconsciously licking his upper lip. The wind stilled, and he leapt.
The creature instantly beat its wings and took off into flight, but Auron was swift. Deftly, the net cut through the air and entangled his prey. The wings flapped wildly against the silken cage, but to no avail.
“Auron!”
Tying the net off, he cut back through the grasses with equal haste. He refused to let victory slow him, but he could not resist the urge to smile. The grass cleared into an opening, a village in the near distance. A woman stood with her hand shading her eyes, peering out toward him.
“Mom!”
“There you are!” She knelt to embrace him, unconsciously searching for new scrapes or bruises. “What have you been doing? You’re covered in dirt!”
With grubby hands, he proffered his newly acquired prize. Its wings shimmering brightly as they beat against the net. “I got it! I got it, mom,” he said excitedly, “It’s for you!”
“Oh, thank you!” She acknowledged, wiping a smudge of dirt from his face. Her nose wrinkled as she studied the creature carefully. Upon recognition, a smile sprung to her face, “It’s a butterfly!”
“I bet it flew all the way from Macalania! Can I keep it?”
“Only until your father gets home. You know how he feels about your adventures.” She stood up and planted her fists on her hips. “Go wash up: It’s time for dinner.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Muse: Sir Auron
Words: 502
Her voice was melodious and soothing, drifting gently on the wind. It called to him, beckoning him to come home, but he would not let it interrupt the task at hand. He ignored it and continued to stare intensely into the field of fresh, radiant blooms. A slight movement caught his eye and he started forward.
Auron prowled low to the ground, knees bent and footsteps tediously slow and as quiet as possible. He had been stalking his prey since the beginning of Spring and was growing weary of the chase. It was only a matter of time before one of them became exhausted.
“Auron…”
He frowned. The woman was persistent. What was it that she required of him? He would not return empty handed. He trudged forward, grasses brushing against his nose and ears. He made a practiced effort not to giggle.
Just ahead, the creature lay at rest. Its scales reflecting magnificently as its wings beat against the ground. He took a moment to find his shadow and taste the wind and circled his opponent discreetly to find less disruptive footing. It was important not to betray your position with something as foolish as an approaching shadow or scent from upwind.
“Auron…!”
Her voice was becoming more urgent. Perhaps he should have called out to her earlier. What if she came looking for him? Things would escalate quickly. He had to move fast.
Satisfied with his surroundings, he reached into his robe and removed a folded net that unfurled silently. He waited, watching for the perfect window of opportunity to spring, unconsciously licking his upper lip. The wind stilled, and he leapt.
The creature instantly beat its wings and took off into flight, but Auron was swift. Deftly, the net cut through the air and entangled his prey. The wings flapped wildly against the silken cage, but to no avail.
“Auron!”
Tying the net off, he cut back through the grasses with equal haste. He refused to let victory slow him, but he could not resist the urge to smile. The grass cleared into an opening, a village in the near distance. A woman stood with her hand shading her eyes, peering out toward him.
“Mom!”
“There you are!” She knelt to embrace him, unconsciously searching for new scrapes or bruises. “What have you been doing? You’re covered in dirt!”
With grubby hands, he proffered his newly acquired prize. Its wings shimmering brightly as they beat against the net. “I got it! I got it, mom,” he said excitedly, “It’s for you!”
“Oh, thank you!” She acknowledged, wiping a smudge of dirt from his face. Her nose wrinkled as she studied the creature carefully. Upon recognition, a smile sprung to her face, “It’s a butterfly!”
“I bet it flew all the way from Macalania! Can I keep it?”
“Only until your father gets home. You know how he feels about your adventures.” She stood up and planted her fists on her hips. “Go wash up: It’s time for dinner.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Muse: Sir Auron
Words: 502